Love for Economics

Love for Economics Kieu Duyen Tran It's not a bait and switch Where you decide to hook and ditch. The stocks that you invest, You hope that it makes it past the rest. Its fluctuating economic system Is abundant with love of capitalism. It's what you call love in terms with economics, And a pinch of some fair truth tectonics. The savings bond is small initially, But it increases with each caring deposit eventually. There is no collateral for you to show, For love is about giving when things are low. It's said in Say's Law, "Supply creates demand," If that's true, supply all you can. There's no room for a semiskilled worker When love takes both to meet perpendicular. At first your affection is personal like income, 'Cause love is new with every point incision. But it grows with each new hundred base year, Giving that stability and less lonesome fear. Careful of the Law of Diminishing, 'Cause love plays games when you're not listening. It likes to play "cheat" and "lust" To see if anyone can fight the thrust. Love doesn't ask for a deductible like money or sex, It wants a proposition in the form of choosing sets. You try to make relationships last or renewable, But sometimes it just ends up not doable. Oh! love is no person to simply cosign with, For it wants a dividend of every loving width. Ignoring the person you mostly care, Your love tends to deflate into thin air. Take advantage of a declining slope, When you do nothing there's no hope. In terms of uncertainty love, You can only hope that yours is guaranteed above. There's no limit to how large your corporation grows As long as it's not for demanding dough. Your person becomes more than just old fiat money, You hope to one day find that person you call, "Honey." As we live in a perplexed information society, It seems that love has ceased in all propriety. This shows that real love has become a defaulting scarcity, Finding true love's become absolute absurdity. So before I said what this poem consisted of, Did you ever think you could associate economics and love? Alas! this poem shall have to end, Hope you have learned something about love and economics, friend.